Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Our cure, to be no more; sad cure!
Solitude sometimes is best society.
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Thus it shall befall Him, who to worth in women over-trusting, Lets her will rule: restraint she will not brook; And left to herself, if evil thence ensue She first his weak indulgence will accuse.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories